The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

The moment the new world of the ancestors of the Styx was shattered by fate, the endless fortunes flowed quickly and poured into the first world!

"Boom!"

The fortune entered the earth, quickly covering the yin and yang realms, and quickly gathered the dragon veins from which the earth had been taken away.

At the same time, these fortunes seem to retain the memories of the past, where they came from and where they went.

A group of peerless powerhouses felt the fate enter between the heaven and the earth, quickly entered the heaven and the earth, and looked at the sky above Daqin City.

"Guiguzi?" Lian Shen asked in surprise.

"Change life Dafa, Gui Guzi exchanged his own life for Yan Chuan's life? To die for Yan Chuan?" The grave immortal king asked in surprise.

"They have the same fate!"

"The consciousness of fate is only partially awakened, and one fate has been recognized. No matter what else, the fate of these two people is exactly the same, and they have concealed the fate?"

"There can only be one person with the same fate, heh, I thought that there would be a battle between Yan Chuan and Guiguzi, but Guiguzi was so righteous!"

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Everyone sighed.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The two Guiguzi exploded and exploded, and Yan Chuan was emotional at the entrance of the central hall.

The peerless heroes were silent for a while.

"This time, Gui Guzi replaced Yan Chuan, next time, what should I do?" Dongfang Unbeaten sighed slightly.

The fate had faded, and the East was unbeaten with a regret, and left with Lotus God.

The tomb fairy king took a look, and finally walked away.

This campaign did not succeed, and the ancestor of the river also failed. The common people lost another chance.

The Tomb Immortal King was not in a good mood, and in a blink of an eye he reached the border of Xiwaizhou, where the Tomb family's disciples and the heroes of Dashan World were waiting.

"Patriarch!" shouted a group of Tomb family disciples.

"Let's go, go back!" Tomb Immortal King said lightly.

"Yes!" The people followed the tomb fairy king and flew towards the world of great goodness.

Zhong Shan stood in the starry sky with Jianao standing beside him, and the two looked at the entrance of the central hall in the distance.

"Guigu righteousness, Yan Chuan escaped this catastrophe. Unfortunately, this emperor's altar is not a good thing!" Jian Ao said solemnly.

The Great Altar?

It was because of the altar of the great emperor that Yan Chuan was the first choice for fate. This thing is indeed not a good thing.

"Not only that, but also the body of the zombie Yan Chuan. Perhaps even if there is no emperor altar, Fate will find him!" Zhong Shan shook his head.

The two watched for a while, and finally flew back to the big world.

Although Wu Lu did not participate in the war, he has been paying attention to the movements of the world, standing in the dark, watching everything, and his mood is getting heavier at this moment.

Wu Xi found that he was farther and farther away from the crowd.

Now the Sixteenth Heaven is extremely tyrannical in the past, but facing the world today, it seems to be waiting to be destroyed at any time.

Wu Xi sighed slightly at the entrance of the Tai Chi Palace.

At this time, all of a sudden, the whole world rang out.

"Ang!" "Ang!" "Ang!"………………

Countless dragons rang from the depths of the earth, and the fortune once again filled the earth with dragon veins, and then overflowed the fortune into the sky and returned to all parts of the world.

In Daqin City and Xianyang City, the rolling fortune returned once again, once again rushed to the sky and the sea of ​​clouds, and entered the area of ​​the sea of ​​air and clouds.

"Ang!" "Ang!"

The two fortune golden dragons reappear.

Like the golden dragon of luck in the past, he once again recognized the Dazhen heaven.

Ten days later.

In Promise.

"boom!"

A haze of eighteen colors bulged from the surface of the zombie Yan Chuan.

"Eighteenth Heaven?" The zombie Yan Chuan opened his eyes. Two rays of 18-color light burst into his eyes, his eyes were sharp and fierce.

The zombie Yan Chuan looked at his palms.

"The gift of Styx? The full life force of Styx, as well as the power overflowing from the shattering of the new world, made me break through?" The zombie Yan Chuan said with surprise.

The body of a minister is difficult to practice. Jiang Chen made endless efforts in the past, but it was only seventeenth heaven.

Unexpectedly, Styx is so much stronger than the former generals.

He squeezed his fist sharply.

A firmness flashed in Yan Chuan’s eyes: "Old Ancestor Styx, thank you for the gift. This gift is extremely important to me. It saves me all the effort. Although I don’t understand what you mean in the end, the minister said that the fate has changed. Stronger, you said that you underestimated the fate, but I will do my best not to let down those who pin my hopes!"

"My grandfather Baihuang, Guiguzi, Kong Huangtian, Jiangchen, Styx, Qiqizun, Dashizun, look at it, I will do my best, if my dream comes true, I will try my best to help you, etc. Wait, there is still a chance to celebrate the wine together." Yan Chuan solemnly said.

Closing his eyes, Yan Chuan's mind entered the center of his eyebrows, and in the center of his eyebrows, there was a small droplet at this moment, and the inside seemed to be a ghost of the previous new world.

"Heart of the world? Although I don't know what this thing can do now, I will think about it carefully!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.

After that, the zombie Yan Chuan stepped straight towards the Great Qin City.

"boom!"

The zombie Yan Chuan returned, and some courtiers surrounded him.

"The Great!" A group of courtiers gathered around.

"Let's go!" said the zombie Yan Chuan.

Then, with a group of important officials, stepped into the Yangjian.

In Yang Jian, Yan Chuan was already waiting, almost everyone in white funeral clothes.

The queen, prince, and some important officials are waiting.

Qilong Nian quietly stopped at the entrance of Chaotian Temple.

Yan Chuan, the queen, and the prince stepped on the dragon's wing, followed by a group of courtiers.

"Get up!" Bai Qi shouted.

"Ang!" "Ang!"…………

The Qilong took off and headed north.

The great ministers, almost moved all the way, went straight to the great world of Beiwaizhou.

At this moment, Yan Chuan no longer worries about a surprise attack on Dazhen from other places, and the world situation is almost clear today. There are only a few forces left, and Yan Chuan can be sure that they will not take advantage of these few forces.

A few days later, everyone entered Beiwaizhou.

Beiwaizhou, the Palace of Immortality.

"Enlighten the master, Yan Chuan will enter Beiwaizhou!" A courtier reported to Zhong Shan.

"I know!" Zhong Shan nodded.

"Lord, can I send envoys later?" the courtier asked.

"No, Yan Chuan took the officials to the Bai family's ancestral hall to pay homage to the tomb of Emperor Bai, and to bury Guiguzi. No need to disturb!" Zhong Shan said.

"Yes!"

Bai's Ancestral Hall.

Seven dragons rushed towards him, and from a distance, endless cypress trees towered into the clouds, and vast mountains were destroyed, but Zhongshan did not let anyone enter here. This is a restricted area where the Emperor Cypress is buried.

Far away, Long Nian had already stopped. Yan Chuan stared at the scenery in all directions, his eyes slightly moist.

There is a coffin on Long Nian, and a coffin with Guiguzi clothing.

"Sir, we are back!" Yan Chuan sighed slightly towards the coffin.

Here, there are countless fond memories of Yanchuan's first life. Bai Yi grew up here when he was a child, playing here, crying here, and laughing here.

At that time, the Bai family prospered. At that time, Emperor Bai was still alive, smiling kindly at Bai Yi. At that time, Guiguzi was still alive and strictly taught Yan Chuan to practice.

At that time, Bai Yi was still carefree, at that time, Bai Yi was still heartless.

Everything has changed in the vicissitudes of life.

The emperor Bai, Guiguzi, and the Bai clan have died. The cheerful valley in the past is silent and dead.

Watching Yan Chuan tears down. The queen, prince, and officials behind him waited quietly.

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